She turned savagely upon the Count and shook her plump brown fists in his face.
"It is all your fault!" she exclaimed.

"What business have you to come between husband and wife with your friends and your cursed dolls, the fiend take them, and you! Is it for this that Christian Gregorovitch and I have lived together in harmony these ten years and more?
Is it for this that we have lived without a word of anger--" "What did you say ?" asked Fischelowitz, with an angry laugh.

But she did not heed him.
"Without a word of anger between us, these many years ?" she continued.

"Is it for this?
To have our peace destroyed by a couple of Wiener Gigerls, a doll and a sham count?
But it is over now! It is over, I tell you--go, get yourself out of the shop, out of my sight, into the street where you belong! For honest folks to be harbouring such a fellow as you are, and not you only, but your friends and your rag and your tag! Fie! If you stay here long we shall end in dust and feathers! But you shall not stay here, whatever that soft-brained husband of mine says.

You shall go and never come back.